Charlotte Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got this trick, see—starts slow, fools ‘em all, then—BOOM—blasts off! Sneaky lil’ minx. Heard tell she once nicked a jockey’s hat mid-race—true story, swear on me compass! Adds a bit o’ swagger to ‘er run, don’t it? Me, I’d wager me last doubloon on ‘er, but I’m broke—savvy? Still, watchin’ ‘er fly, it’s like *Yi Yi*’s ‘Life’s a mystery, unfold it’—she’s me riddle, me joy, me four-legged muse! Whore’s a legend, mates—drink to ‘er!

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PROCTOR, breathless and in agony: It [Abigail] is a whore! DANFORTH, dumfounded: You charge—? ABIGAIL: Mr. Danforth, he is lying! PROCTOR: Mark her!

There's Danforth Avenue—real main drag. You got old brick facades, nearly crumbling structures, and corny little coffee joints. There's "Hank’s Brew" on 5th St. —cool joint, though I mostly use it for downtime. There’s also a park, Greenacre Park, off Maple n' 3rd, a quiet place where I sometimes get my head right after a long day. Sometimes I lie there watchin' clouds, thinkin’, “I dont know who the asshole is.” Yeah, it gets me.

Man dies after being struck by driver on Danforth Road